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humani generis. Guido Morselli. Laetoli. Trans. Elena del Amo.

All men have disappeared from a strange and ultimately only one survives, one who just wanted to exclude, to live apart: lonely renegade, a provocative, intelligent hypochondriac who preferred the solitude of the bushes , disturbed by the idolatry of the modern world to the communication . Its purpose was to commit suicide in the lake in a cave but repented when he returned to the surface all humans had volatilized, the rest was intact, or better still, without trace of violence, nature was his way, but without men. The

Survivor not surprised or upset, the end of the absurd world that hated and complacent. Maybe it thinks, the end of the world and God has forgotten him, no lack reasons: "Men have triggered, for thirty centuries approximately 5,000 war. They have been at fault (the finding is of Albert Camus), but the start of history, at least continue it . Do not condemn. Its worst fault or higher has been the world disfigurement. It used to add other charges: the Pollution , the wild (or, euphemistically, the "violence"). The Inflation (without euphemism: African currency). "

The first hours and days of solitude are happy, is heir to all, the top end of humanity, the end. His dream of solitude and autonomy has been reached, can live and move at your leisure, without being overwhelmed thinking, without being required to move the conversation .

The feeling of loneliness but it is distressing, it hurts. The man wanders and tries to find other human beings, without success. It is really only , infinitely alone. senses that inhabits a strange dimension but the objects that surround it, and the remnants of abandonment, the way the beds were apparently reveal that they are occupied, others who have gone to another dimension. He feels abandoned by world Borges, the Apo calipsis maybe. The disfigurement and communication have undoubtedly been the reason for the discomfort of God, but what about their exclusion?. Calls then in a state of hallucination be collected, returned to the group, returned back to the species. Suicide is now impossible: life as time and as the story put on hold if we are alone, take it away then it is an absurdity.

I doubt that is a metaphor. Morselli was not a moralist. Dissipatio humani generis is the creation of an oblique and terrifying universe. No one should care if this story is possible or not, nobody can feel that lonely, less a fair volatile. You better think about the genius of Guido Morselli having thought and written that this prodigy was not published. He committed suicide in 1973 at age 69, excluded itself from the literary world Italian to Calvin had written, fleeing and hiding, "To be of not entirely unknown: I am emiliano , self, alive only on a small piece of land where I do everything, even the builder ... "

"There is something desperate and at the same time, gentle on these pages," said Calasso them when published in Adelphi . No doubt. I dispense to read everything I could. (Pfa )